boring.

December 17, 2006

Does anyone read this awful blog?

I truly can't describe how tired I am. Everyday I feel like shit and attempt to look 'nice' but my eyes will not stay open. While being so tired makes everyone edgy and snappy towards each other, there is a lot of laughing going on. These stories are on the secret blog for non employees. Also perhaps why this blog is just dispicable.

my apologies,
me

the land of unemployment

Saturday, September 2, 2006

How come the majority of jobs I see posted are for full-time positions at Staffing Agencies?

There are more jobs for helping people find jobs than there are other jobs. I don't get it.

mwah,
me, still unemployed...

buggah...

Wednesday, August 9, 2006

a few random questions that have been poppin' into my head lately:

Why MUST I get a job?

When will I too GET five weeks of paid vacation?

How do you get rid of BACK fat?

What am I really supposed TO say in these cover letters?

Where is MY sugar daddy?

Is it wrong to take the LIFE of this fly that is totally interrupting my thoughts?

basically: ARGH!

nights,
me

we are sooooooooooo cute!

i meant to post this when i wrote about how awesome CK is. here is a picture of us listening to this horrible heavy metal or whatever rock band. sooo bad that employees gave us earplugs and free shots to ease the pain!

soft skin and more?

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Daily glow my ass...

I'm freakin' orange in spots I didn't know existed!

The WSJ

Friday, March 24, 2006

The Wall Street Journal came in the mail with MY name on it. I was in denial at first, but was assured it was mine. I realized my Princeton Review class has subscribed me to that and Time Magazine. It's here, time to face the facts that I must finally learn about 'businesses' if I want to go to business school. Seriously? I'm so screwed.

twenty five freakin' years old...

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Today's events truly equate a real quarter life crisis:

1) turned down a 'chef' position
2) got manicures with my father
3) bought two pints rather than two gallons of ice cream because my father did not believe i could finish two gallons of ice cream and i was too embarassed to fight his beliefs today. i mean, it was a two for one deal, so it wasn't THAT random and who doesn't love to take advantage of the Edy's Slow Churned Light ice cream deals? but no, i faced the facts that perhaps, yes, that IS excessive ice cream consumption and i need to grow up. (although i am now debating if eating a lot of ice cream or not admitting to my father the truth about eating a lot of ice cream is less immature? so sad.)

i must go clean up stuffed animals now.

i love life.

mwah,
me maxers